Park Jianren and Jin Chuanxi were indeed senior agents, and they immediately threw away the trap without hesitation.
With a backhand, he took out the Browning M1910 from the holster under his ribs.
"Bang bang bang!"
The two of them each fired three bursts at the person behind the sofa.
A middle-aged man in neat Western clothes was bleeding all over his body and died on the spot.
The two of them were originally filled with ecstasy, but when they took a closer look, they gasped.
"Not an envoy! This is a substitute!"
Jin Chuanxi couldn't help but screamed - they had seen the special envoy's photo, and with the abilities of the two senior agents, there was no mistaking it.
"retreat!"
Pu Jianren made a decisive decision and immediately ordered.
Without any hesitation, the two turned around and left the suite.
Footsteps sounded again in the corridor - the Neon Man's support was coming.
The two elite agents of the Great Cold Country did not charge mindlessly, but instead threw two grenades first.
In a small space, the power of grenades is fully exerted.
"boom!"
The huge explosions and air waves made the two agents who were hiding through the wall feel their breaths were stagnant.
After a few seconds, the two came to the corridor.
The place is littered with the corpses of neon patrol officers and agents.
Park Jianren and Jin Chuanxi had no time to pay attention to these soldiers and quickly walked into a room at the end of the corridor.
This room had been booked long ago, and the two of them quickly changed into patrol uniforms after entering.
Next, the two took advantage of the chaos and left the Richa Hotel through the stairwell.
Sirens were already blaring on the streets, and there was chaos.
A very inconspicuous black car parked not far away.
The two agents walked through the chaotic crowd and got into the car.
The car started quickly, and Park Jianren and Jin Chuanxi were still a little excited.
Although he failed to assassinate the special envoy, he still demonstrated his country's determination and ability to fight and effectively fought against the Japanese invaders - this is what Team Leader Ma said while driving.
"The days are long. Although you two have extraordinary skills, it's best to avoid them..."
Ma Xiaoguang suggested to the two friendly agents while driving.
"Yes, you two, even if this special envoy is assassinated by you, the Japanese will send others. Now you have been targeted. A good man will not suffer the consequences!"
The fat man in the passenger seat also turned to admonish the two unwilling heroes.
Jin Chuanxi was about to make another bold statement, but Park Jianren stopped him at the right time.
Being able to serve as the leader of the action team, Park Jianren is not without his brains.
It was a great blessing to be able to kill so many neon agents and escape unscathed this time. Although it was not a complete success, it was still satisfactory.
The key is that the matter caused a sensation, and in a sense, some results were achieved.
The fat brother was right, a good man will not suffer the immediate consequences.
The car quickly disappeared into the chaotic streets.
at night.
Inside a secret warehouse in the Zhabei factory area.
It has been transformed into a neon-style venue.
Akagi's face was ashen and he sat on the throne without saying a word.
Mr. Mu still covered his face and stood aside.
Yusuke Takahara, dressed in plain white, was sitting on his knees. On the table in front of him was a sword with a cold light shining on it.
Behind the three people, there were several agents in black uniforms, standing expressionless.
Next there was a man wearing a shirt and covered in blood, kneeling there and trembling.
Mr. Mu said to the man in a cold voice: "Zhang Kaifeng, is this your plan? If Sir Akagi hadn't thought carefully and found a substitute, the special envoy would have been shattered!"
"There are so many people in the suite, but you are the only one alive. Can you explain what is going on?"
Zhang Kaifeng knelt there, bowing to the ground, as silent as a cicada.
"Someone must be responsible for this incident. I have an unshirkable responsibility. Please allow me to commit seppuku!"
Yusuke Takahara turned around and respectfully requested Akagi.
"Death is sometimes an easy thing. Live and bear your own responsibilities. That is the real warrior. Mr. Gao Yuan, put away your knife..."
Akagi's face changed slightly, and he said to Yusuke Takahara in a calm tone.
Hearing this, Yusuke Takahara felt even more ashamed. He knocked his head to the ground with a "thud" on the spot.
"However, someone must still be responsible for this incident. After all, so many imperial agents were crushed for this. What do you think, Mr. Mu?"
Chimu Akagi changed the subject and turned to "Mr. Mu" to ask.
"Yes, someone must be responsible for this. I believe that Zhang Kaifeng is not to blame."
Mr. Mu bowed slightly, bowed to Akagi and replied.
"No, no, Sir Akagi, I was wronged. I just hid under the bed. The other party was so anxious that he didn't have time to search. I was lucky..."
When Zhang Kaifeng heard this, his whole body trembled even more violently, and he kowtowed and begged.
However, all the pleadings seemed to have no effect at all. Yusuke Takahara, with red eyes, grabbed Zhang Kaifeng by the back of the neck and dragged him out like a dead dog.
Soon, a shrill scream came from outside the door...
"Gaoyuan-kun really needs to calm down his inner anger."
Mr. Mu said to Akagi Qinzhi calmly.
Akagi nodded and said: "Yes, he needs to calm down... This series of events now seems to be no accident. Old friend, now you need to take action personally."
"I am ashamed of myself. I cannot shirk my responsibility."
Mr. Mu walked up to Akagi and answered solemnly.
"Old friends, we must pay attention to our enemies. According to reports, there are only two people in today's operation. They come and go like the wind, but their firepower is very powerful, and the plan is very careful..."
Akagi warned Mr. Mu in a deep voice.
"Hai!"
Mr. Mu did not say any more and quickly agreed respectfully.
That night, the area occupied by neon people in Shanghai, which was originally chaotic, once again had many spies and ronin, and order was quickly restored.
Of course this is for neon people.
For various organizations that resisted the Japanese invaders, the air was filled with the smell of blood.
"These two sticks, they showed up this time. Our life is very difficult..."
At the surveillance point next to "Hoshino Bookstore", Lao Li complained to Chief Ma while watching the movement on the street through the gap in the curtains.
"Don't blame them too harshly. This is also part of our plan. We have to live through difficult times. We finally killed so many Japanese."
Ma Xiaoguang handed Lao Li a piece of Hardman and comforted him.
"That's right. Finally a big event happened. What should we do next?"
Lao Li held a cigarette in his mouth, but did not light it. Instead, he continued to ask expectantly.
"Next, I'm afraid it's going to take some trouble, and maybe we'll have to trouble those two heroes again."
Ma Xiaoguang lit a cigarette for Lao Li and said meaningfully with a smile.
